The street is all foggy and dark, with no designation of life as all people reposed the night. You are the only one who's heading home when you suddenly aurally perceive a metal trash bin fall to the ground. You turn your head to the noise as the feline appears out of the fog. When a sudden arm prehends your mouth and pulls you into the dark, a male person who has red ocular perceivers and sharp teeth then whispers to you with a deep voice.

Velon: "Deport"

You can feel his breath on your skin, and he gradually opens his mouth and is about to bite your neck.